Page 133 of Wicked Magik
His body tensed around me, a tight, velvety vice that threatened to undo me too soon. I held still, allowing him to adjust to my size, while my suckers continued their rhythmic pulsing, tasting his sweetened flesh. Veylor's breath came in ragged gasps, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets so tightly.
“Oryx!”
I moved in and out with deep, measured thrusts. Veylor grunted each time I sank into him, his body trembling with the effort of taking me.
"Like a vise around me," I growled, my tail lashing the air as my nails dug crescents into his hips.
"More," he panted, pushing back against me, urging me to give him all I had. I grinned, a feral baring of teeth, and began to move in earnest. The room filled with the sound of our flesh slapping together, Veylor's groans, and Vesper's eager whimpers.
I could feel Vesper's longing, her orgasm building, her release would be soon.
My free hand roamed Veylor's back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the sweat that slicked his skin. I could feel his pleasure rising, his body coiling tight like a spring but wouldn’t release.
Frustration was building within him.
Vesper cried out and I continued my thrusts. My heavy balls slapped Veylors.
Veylor's voice cracked, his fingers clawing at the sheets. "Please—I can't—" His hips bucked desperately against nothing, cock flushed purple and dripping onto the mattress. A tear slid down his cheek, catching the light before disappearing into the sweat-dampened mattress beneath him.
Vesper rose from her chair, crossing the short distance to where we joined. She knelt beside Veylor, whose body rocked with each of my powerful thrusts, her eyes darting between his flushed face and mine.
It was her decision to let him come or not.
Was she done torturing him?
My hips jerked, my cock was thick. She better hurry because I was going to damn explode.
Vesper moved closer to Veylor, her lips gently grazing his cheek. "Will you behave like a good little lich from now on?"
Veylor gritted his teeth and nodded, his hip thrusting along with me.
Vesper grinned and traced her finger up his shaft, gathering his come and putting it into her mouth. Her eyes widened. “You do taste just like a cookie.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and he groaned.
"Fuck, yes, touch me," Veylor gasped, his voice breaking with need. "I've been starving for your touch." Vesper's lips curved into a soft smile as she stroked him, her free hand guiding his face toward hers until their mouths met in a hungry kiss.
Veylor groaned into the kiss and I came undone.
Veylor’s body convulsed around me, milking my cock as I roared my release. I could feel my essence pumping into him, my suckers pulsating wildly , my hips jerked.
Vesper stroked Veylor faster, her hand twisting over the head of his cock, and his kiss muffled his cry of pleasure, until finally he tore his lips away to scream.
Veylor shuddered as his orgasm overtook him, his cock throbbing in Vesper's grasp. She purred with delight, her eyes shining as she witnessed his release. His hips thrust back against me, eagerly extracting every bit from me, such a ravenous little lich he was.
I could feel his body relaxing and his knees buckled. Slicked with sweat and other bodily fluids, I held him up. Slowly, I pulled out, grinning at the sight of my come dripping from his ass, shiny and pink from my cock’s sucking.
Veylor and Vesper both laid down on the bed. Veylor’s chest heaving with exertion, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Vesper turned to me, her eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. "That was..." she started, her voice trailing off as if she couldn't find the words.
I grinned, bending down to gently trace my tongue over her lips. "Tasty," I murmured. She let out a moan, her body pressing closer to mine. Her heartbeat was racing, and I could sense her desire igniting once more.
Veylor laid in a crumbled heap on the mattress, still panting. Vesper tutted. “It looks like we are going to have to work on his stamina. Poor thing had the life drained out of him.”
Veylor groaned as Vesper crawled over to him. Sitting beside him, she gently ran her hand across his face. Though his eyes remained shut, he instinctively leaned into her touch.
I approached from behind and I pulled him closer to my body to help keep him warm.
“You did deprive him of release for a while.” My tail wrapped around his ankle. “Do you think he came enough?”
